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Spirits are prone to inhabit parts of the house that are not respectable. They occupy the storeroom for example, where there is a thousand mysterious and useless gossip, among which is my marriage. I get along very well with those spirits, impregnated with those old things. When I have time, I go up to the attic and chat with them. They tell me about their experiences, about the souls of the inanimate beings surrounding them, about how each of the objects reveals its secrets. They learn about the dead people who owned the objects, the vibrations they still have of their owners and, most important, they know the future.

That's why I asked them where the future of my marriage is going, and the answer was lapidary. My marriage had no future. Poor Whitney, determined we were to try our luck again. Confessions of the spirits are absolute truths, so I will comment to my wife who she must look for the man who will take my place.

 

 

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